I just finished Hyperion by Dan Simmons and I’m honestly wondering how it escaped me for so many years.
A strange, beautiful, unsettling book. Vast futuristic worlds, a constant sense of impending doom, sharp wit, poetry, religion, mystery, and some of the most imaginative science fiction I’ve ever read.
Every story within the pilgrimage feels distinct, but they’re building toward the same thing. You don’t realise how much until you’re already there.
One line has stayed with me: “You have to live to really know things, my love.”
It’s the kind of sentence that sounds simple until you sit with it. Fits the book perfectly. I’ve already started The Fall of Hyperion and I don’t want it to end.
